FLUiD! (feat. Trashi & killdilly)

Vilex Bitch I just move like I'm fluid Nigga keep talking I might have to doot 'em That pussy boy running, he slow like a scooter I heard that he dipped on the plug, he in ruins Pussy I'mma just aim at medulla You wanna fight, hoe, I should've came sooner I walk in the spot I'm making it dark, like I stood in front of moon, bitch, I'm going real Lunar I'm a big connoisseur A lot of these niggas just keep on saying that their the best Their nothing more than Peter Parkers, really soft but harder on the web You're not a hero for being severely, chronically depressed I asked him, How the f*ck do you keep on talking if it's bullets in your chest Bitch, you're no more than a peon And bitch I'm a king so stay in your place and get your bitch ass peed on R-Kelly ass niggas can't get no hoes so they stay hitting the rewind Lil nigga you is not a demon My niggas'll come through bitch blitzing like they ass went D1 Bitch I might need the electric chair for the way I'm shocking these bitches And I got a switch on a blade and a Glock inside of these (N)umber Nine britches White girl sell dope, ride around with a scope and I'm pretty sure her name is Bridget Bridget gone get that ass , if you keep talking I might have to tell her to get you That hoe gotta dip, tell that bitch get out my way I put this blunt to my lips, then I have a better day I'm already done with this shit, I don't put it in energy With my bats, with my clique, now you cannot get away And I swear these bitches stupid, clearly lying every day And bae, 'ya life is not a movie, it's not bout you anyway And he said he want to kill me but I walk around today He can talk but he will never ever take my life away I cant even defend these hoes Lurking on my Instagram and then you wearing my clothes Mad coincidental copying my hair, you my clones I switch up my style, I deleted all my post She just wanna ride it, I dont want a pick-me bitch though I dont wanna fight because these bitches like my clothes If you see me outside, know I'm keeping my knife close And I'm with the posse, opposite of finite hoe